Looking through the branches
was like peering beyond the veil
of darkness into day . . .
from death into life.
By Martha L Shaw – © 6-20-2014 words and image
We can’t escape His love – hallelujah!
Ah, to learn what I had known so well.
As a wee one all around me,
whether sky or the common flea . . .
All was amazing!
The overlooked trappings of life
Were not overlooked by me!
A puddle was never to be stepped over,
But jumped into with glee!
Every sound was music,
Every step a dance!
As I grew older,
I learned so much!
I question that.
Perhaps, I knew far better
Way back when . . .
By Martha L Shaw – © 7-26-2013
“There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why… I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?” – Robert Kennedy
There have been so many times life has brought me “why” situations and admittedly they are often expressed in the tone of a whine. Sometimes, though, the Lord has led me in directions where I have felt surprised and unable and thought “but why?” in a fearful yet “could it really be?” sort of way. When I have moved ahead in faith, I have been enabled and blessed.
Of late there have been a lot of both going on. The former and the latter have both grown MUCH LARGER. Am I being tested in a new season? Am I being blessed in a wonderful way? The impossible challenges sure can be a “never were” and the fear can be staggering, but with faith and trust in Him, no matter how many tell me “you’re crazy!” I don’t have to listen. I can say “and why not?” knowing He’ll be there EVERY TIME.
I love thrift stores, second hand book stores, and the like. I always have. If you know me, you might assume it’s because I don’t currently have a job. You’d be wrong. I have lots of jobs, just no salary at present and nope, it’s not about money at all. Oh, the treasure to be found in such places . . . sometimes an unrecognized antique, other times a “whatzit” to be upcycled, and often treasure someone loved that found its way there one way or another . . . and my mind and heart spin off into wondering “if that piece could talk, the story it might tell” and often I find myself weaving a background for who drank coffee from that mug? Who read that book? Who curled up all cozy and listened while read to? Did it change their life? Did it plant a seed and quietly influence them many years after hearing it, when they’d long forgotten.
Memories . . . Mom had an old sewing machine that someone gave away thinking it far too old to use. It was a Singer and black with shiny gold and silver decorations and all metal parts. Many’s the dress, skirt, or top she made for me on that machine . . . up until I was older and thought handmade clothes were uncool . . . now I have reconsidered and think of the time spent making them for me and the details added to make them special . . . lace, embroidery . . .
More memories . . . seems I’ve been learning about Jesus my whole life. Many’s the story I curled up to hear before bed. Oh, then I learned to read and could get lost totally in adventures! I could imagine myself a princess, a girl detective, a world traveler, and oh so many other things . . . sometimes in my imagination I had a red race car and other times a pony to ride . . . sometimes I listened to stories of Noah, of Jesus . . . other times poems about birds, seashells, swings, and gentle breezes . . . there was always a story . . .
When it was cold, I’d snuggle up with the worn old quilt Grammy made and sip hot chocolate from a big mug. “Be careful not to spill . . . ” Mama would say. “I will” I’d reply . . . and as I snuggled and listened, I thought how much fun would it be to learn to quilt? Maybe, someday I’d be a writer and tell stories? Oh, those poems are so pretty to listen to! Maybe someday someone will read poems I write and smile?
Jesus just spoke this to my heart and I must share it! When we trust in Him, empty and full become one and the same. Wow, it is so true!
Peace is flowing through every pore!
(Nothing has really changed, just me :-)
I love Jesus – He loves me!
His love is all I need!
So, how’s that for a title to a post? God has a purpose in the lives of each one of us and sometimes this purpose changes throughout our lives and in different stages of our walk with Him. In my case I think He and I have gone full circle and we are back to a calling I have known in my soul since pre-school. I am to write. As yet, my financial provision is still a mystery and I admit when it became clear I was to be a Christian/Spirituality themed writer and poet, my initial reaction was “But Lord I have to eat and have a roof over my head.” He has a plan for that too and well . . . this human is sometimes accused of thinking too much, so I think He’s holding back on details to teach me more.
Funny and sometimes scary thing about walking with the Lord is that at various points the GPS doesn’t provide clear signs. So, the choice is to pull over and park or to cruise along knowing there’s enough gas in the tank and snacks and water in the back seat and knowing He’ll not let me get too lost. So, I’m cruising along a pretty road with lots of trees and flowers and trying to be blessed by them and not worry about His doing His part. I’ve been looking for new ways to share my God-given gifts and ways to expand as a writer and praying about it and along with some other things He and I are working on, I am now a contributing author/writer on the following three blogs. Please be sure to check them out if you haven’t yet. The variety of writing and writers is wonderful and the talent is as well. I am blessed to be a part of these sites:
or is there?
I was reading something earlier and a word used stuck with me. It was used correctly, I thought, but somehow I was caught by it and had to look up the word origin. That was an aha moment for the origin did not in any way mirror the definition as we know it today.
Neither what I was reading nor the word which caught me are the point of this little bit of “wisdom” though. They were only the sky writing which made me look up and wonder . . .
Did you know that if we misuse, misspell or mispronounce a word often enough in society that dictionary publishers will revise the dictionary to include our error? Furthermore, after a while and with enough revisions the original intent is often forever lost? It’s true. I’ve seen it. I am one of those peculiar folks who research these things. My use of the word peculiar was deliberate. It is not the word which inspired this post, but merely a tie in to another blog post, I admit. That was one in which I amended the definition of the word peculiar to its true and complete meaning – one in which I am happy to label myself with. But, to return to my point here . . .
I believe the frequent alteration of word definitions speaks clearly of you and of me and of our society. All too often, our poor choices and mistakes of judgment go uncorrected. We don’t elect to grow, to learn, to rise to the occasion . . . we merely change the rules. Sad, I think.
Right and wrong . . . does it still matter?